Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"I want to eat," he said.

The voice was so quiet that Jiang Jiang couldn't hear it, so she said, "What?"

He repeated it, and shouted at Jiang Jiang in a voice ten times louder than before, "I want to eat!" He stared at Jiang Jiang with his eyes wide open, as if he was looking at his enemy.

"You have to work to have food to eat." Jiang Jiang pressed the lid of the pot tightly and uttered softly.

"I want to eat!" The little devil showed his fangs, baring his teeth and eyes, as if he was going to rush over and bite off Jiang Jiang's neck in the next second.

Jiang Jiang pulled out a thin stick from the firewood pile and pulled it down without hesitation, "I said, you have to work to get food!"

The little devil wailed.

The heart-wrenching cry caught the attention of the bricklayer, and he glanced inside the house.

The boss is teaching the kid a lesson!

That's fine.

Keep working.

Jiang Jiang hit the little devil with his stick again, "You still have so much strength, go chop the firewood in the backyard! If you don't finish chopping, you won't have any food to eat!"

The little devil wailed again.

Without any choice.

He dragged his crippled leg step by step into the backyard.

His eyes were full of hatred.

He vented his resentment and hatred on the wood, chopping one piece after another.

Jiang Jiang went to the vegetable garden to water and fertilize.

I picked two large bundles of vegetables.

By the way, I caught two wild rabbits stealing vegetables in the vegetable garden.

Take it home.

There was one steamed bun missing from the pot. There was no doubt that the little devil had stolen it.

Jiang Jiang didn't care.

Lighted a fire to cook.

On the window were the mushrooms that she couldn't sell, which had been dried.

Soak it in water.

Add some meat and stir-fry it, it will be very fragrant.

The hatred in the little devil's heart was gradually wiped out by the fragrance, and his mind was filled with a crazy hunger.

The weather was hot and the wild boar meat had begun to stink.

Throw away the uneaten bones, or the hungry wolves in the mountains will take them away.

A big pot of rabbit meat was cooked, and Jiang Jiang called the bricklayer to come down for lunch.

Hearing the noise, the little devil dropped his knife, limped away on one leg, hid behind a pillar, staring at the pot eagerly.

Drooling.

Jiang Jiang paused and said expressionlessly, "You come too."

Jiang Jiang just couldn't like this villain and was too lazy to even pretend.

The villains don’t have a proper name. The original owner’s parents called him Goudan, and the original words were that it is easy to support someone with a bad name.

Anyway, I can’t call her Jiang Jiang.

The original owner did have a proper name, which was given by her grandfather, Jiang Liya.

The little devil's trouser legs were torn, and after hearing Jiang Jiang's answer, he moved over reluctantly.

There were three people, and the bricklayer had a tree stump bench, and everyone ate around the stove.

Indulge.

Jiang Jiang didn't have much appetite, so he ate the two steamed buns left over from the morning.

The bricklayer kept praising Jiang Jiang for his good craftsmanship and asked why Jiang Jiang didn't open a restaurant in town.

Jiang Jiang is numb from poverty and doesn't want to go.

In this day and age, not many people have the money to eat in a restaurant.

Moreover, she had no capital. Opening a store requires a lot of capital, and she would lose money if she was not careful.

There is land here, and there is a mountain behind the house. There is everything in the mountain, including a free ATM.

Moreover, given the villain's rebellious nature, it would be more convenient to educate him here.

When he got out there and made trouble everywhere, Jiang Jiang didn't have enough mouths to open nor enough money to compensate others.

"The town may not be a good place either." Jiang Jiang replied.

This remark resonated with the bricklayer, "Yeah, not all towns are good."

Then he buried his head in his food.

A big pot of rabbit meat was enough for two grown men to have a meal.

The bricklayer took a short rest, smoked a cigarette, and then climbed up to the roof to work again.

Almost done.